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gentle mares of the British isles. Among the earliest of 

 these importations was a celebrated stallion known as Bar- 

 ley's Arabian, whose blood is yet to be found in the horses of 

 this country and England and they are winning races day 

 after day. 



But the grandest of these Arabians, in my opinion, was 

 Godolphin Arabian, and, in this connection, a pretty little 

 story regarding the discovery of this wonderful animal 

 occurs to me. I heard it when a boy. The pasha of Arabia 

 desired to bestow a compliment on the king of France and 

 he sent him a number of beautiful Arabian kings and queens 

 of the desert. Among them was one of especial symmetry, 

 but the French had lately been involved in a war and their 

 thoughts were far from racing and such matters. Their 

 entire attention was fixed on how to recover from the ravages 

 of the war. In consequence, the Arabian horses were neg- 

 lected. Finally the king ordered his grooms to sell the 

 horses for anything they would bring. 



The animals fell into the hands of traders and common 

 people, who gave them no care, and gradually they declined 

 until the horse in question drifted into the hands of a man 

 who had a cart and hauled goods about the city of Paris. 

 With every one of these horses sent to the king the pasha 

 sent the groom that had had him in charge since he was 

 foaled, and there was one poor fellow who had cared for this 

 steed. He followed the carter about day after day, saw his 

 beloved horse become blind, shaggy and ill looking, and his 

 heart was touched to the very core. 



But one day there came a change. A gentle Quaker 

 was passing through the streets with his daughter and they 

 saw the carter beating the Arabian horse mercilessly. The 

 girl's sympathetic heart was touched, and she persuaded her 

 father to purchase the poor animal and get it out of the hands 

 of the cruel driver. The Quaker paid over the money and 

 stood wondering what he was going to do with the horse. 



At this juncture the Arabian groom approached and in 

 a respectful manner told the story of the horse. He told of 

 his love for the exile from the deserts of the spice-laden 

 Araby the Happy and pleaded to be engaged to care for 

 him. The daughter again interfered, and, woman like, she 

 had her way. Soon the groom and the horse were comfort- 



